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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.