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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
UT,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.