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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.