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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.