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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.