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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.