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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.