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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.