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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.