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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.