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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.