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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.