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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Can,
UT,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.