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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Wings,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.