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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.