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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roxette,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.