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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.