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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.