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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Move,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.