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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.