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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.