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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
the Association,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.