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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Wire,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.