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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.