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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.