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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Gong,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.