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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Slits,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.