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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.