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 Mali 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.