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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.