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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.