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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
the Slits,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.