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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.