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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.