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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Nico,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.