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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.