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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.