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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.