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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.