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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.