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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.