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 India 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.