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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.