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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.