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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Mars,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.