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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Cure,
Fear,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.