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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.