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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.