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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.