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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
PIL,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.