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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.