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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.