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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.