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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Residents,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.