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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.