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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Ludus,
X-101,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.