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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.