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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
UT,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.