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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.