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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.