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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.