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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.