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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
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.