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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.