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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Nas,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.