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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Organ,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.