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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.