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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.