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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Swans,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.