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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.