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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.