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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
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Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
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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.