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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.