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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.