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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.