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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.