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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.