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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.