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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.