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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.