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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Ludus,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.