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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.