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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.