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 Malta 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.