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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s 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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.