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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.