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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.