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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.