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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.