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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
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.