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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.