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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.