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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Wire,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.