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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.