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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.