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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Slave,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.