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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
The Litter,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.