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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.