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 Swaziland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.