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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.