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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Technova,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.