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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Visage,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.