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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Slackers 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.