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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.