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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.