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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.