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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.