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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Magma,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Slave,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.