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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.