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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.