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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.