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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Black Sheep 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.