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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.