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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.