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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.