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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.