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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.