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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.