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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.