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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.