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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.