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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.