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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.