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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Toasters,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.