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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The Doors,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.