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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
the Slits,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.