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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Smog,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.