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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Can,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.