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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Pylon,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.