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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.