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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.