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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.