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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.