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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.