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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.