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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.