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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.