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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.