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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.