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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.