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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.