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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.