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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.