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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.