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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Gong,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.