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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.