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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.