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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Television,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.