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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.