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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.