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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.