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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.