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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Japan,
X-101,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.