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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.