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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.