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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.