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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.