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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.