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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.