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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.