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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Evens,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.