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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.