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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.