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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.