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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.