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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.