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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.