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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.