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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.