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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.