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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Names,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.