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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.