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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.