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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Index,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.