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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.