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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.