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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
CMW,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.