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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Cluster 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.