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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.