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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.