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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.