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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.