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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Japan,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.