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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.