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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.