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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.