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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.