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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.