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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.