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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.