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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Nico,
the Association,
Audionom,
UT,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.