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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.