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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.