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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.