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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.