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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.