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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.