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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.