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 France and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.