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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.