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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.