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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Visage,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.