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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.