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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.