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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.