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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.