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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.