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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.