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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.