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-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.