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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Aswad,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.