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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.