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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
ABC,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.