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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.