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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.