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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Quantec,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.