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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.