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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
June Days,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.