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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.