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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.