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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.