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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Slave,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.