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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.