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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.