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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.