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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.