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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.