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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.