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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.