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 Palau 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.