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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.