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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.