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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.