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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.