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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.