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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.