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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.