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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.