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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.