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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.