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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.