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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.