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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.