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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.