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 Iraq 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Skriet,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.