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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
10cc,
Q65,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Slave,
CMW,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.