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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.