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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.