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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.