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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.