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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Lalann,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.