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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.