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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.