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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.