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 Saudi Arabia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.