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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Can,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.