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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.