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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.