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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
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 Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.