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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Monks,
Wire,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.