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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.