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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.