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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.