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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
PIL,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.