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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.