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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.