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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.