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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.