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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.