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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.