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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Organ,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.