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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.