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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.