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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.