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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.