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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.