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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.