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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.