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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.