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 France and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.