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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.