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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.