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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.