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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.