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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.