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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.