Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.