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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Can,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.