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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
AZ,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.