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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.