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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.