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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.