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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.