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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.