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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.