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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Names,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.