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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
PIL,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.