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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Monks,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
X-101,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.