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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Gong,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.