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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Organ,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.