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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.