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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Deakin,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.