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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.