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 Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.