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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.