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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.