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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Television,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.