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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.