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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Technova,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.