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 Indonesia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.