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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
a-ha,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.