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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.