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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.