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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.