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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.