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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
the Association,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Can,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.