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 Jordan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.