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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.