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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.