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 China and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Nico,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.