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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Nas,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.