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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
JFA,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.