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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.