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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
The Index,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.