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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.