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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.