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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.