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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.