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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.