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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.