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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.