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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.