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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.