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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.