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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.