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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.