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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.