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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.