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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.