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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.