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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.