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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Sound,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.