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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.