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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.