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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.