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 Israel and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.