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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Technova,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.