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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.