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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.