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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.