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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.