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 Jordan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.