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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Fear,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.