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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.