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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.