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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Japan,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.