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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.