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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.