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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.