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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.