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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.