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 Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.