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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Skaos,
cv313,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.