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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.