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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.