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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.