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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.