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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.