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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.