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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.