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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
AZ,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.