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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.