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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.