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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Section 25,
Can,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Index,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.