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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Index,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.