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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Section 25,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.