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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.