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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.