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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
UT,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.