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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.