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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.