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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
PIL,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.