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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.