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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Fear,
Technova,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.