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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.