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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Magma,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.