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 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Television,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.