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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.