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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.