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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.