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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.