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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.