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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.