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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.