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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.