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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.