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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.