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 Uganda and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Index,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.