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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.