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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.