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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.