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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.