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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.