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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.