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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.