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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.