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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.