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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.