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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Section 25,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.