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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.