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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.