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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.