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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.