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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.