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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.