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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.