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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.