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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.