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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.