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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.