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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.