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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.