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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.