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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Franke,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.