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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.