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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.