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 Georgia and from New York.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.