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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.