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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.