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 Portugal and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Visage,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.