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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
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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.