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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.