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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.