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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.