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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.