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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.