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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.