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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.