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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 John Cale 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.