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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.