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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Monks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.