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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.