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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
10cc,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.