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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.