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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.