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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.