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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.