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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
UT,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.