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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.