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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
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.