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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.