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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.