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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.