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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.