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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.