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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.