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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.