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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.