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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.