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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.