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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mars,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.