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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.