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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.