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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.