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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.