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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scion,
Roxette,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.