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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.