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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.