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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.