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 Hungary and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Gong,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
the Germs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.