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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.