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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.