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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.