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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.