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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bush Tetras 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.