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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.