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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.