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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.