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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.