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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.