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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.