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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.