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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.