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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.