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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.