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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.