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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.