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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.