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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.