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 Spain and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.