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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.