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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.