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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.