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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.