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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.