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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.