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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Skaos,
Wings,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.