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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.