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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.