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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.