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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.