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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.