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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Fear,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.