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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.