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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Television,
the Human League,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.