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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Mars,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.