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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.