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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.