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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.