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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.