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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.