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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.